Aladdin Bashar

Dean whistled as he walked into the room, in a better mood then he had been in awhile. Coming back from vacation can do that to a guy. He got a chance to get away and clear his head about all of things going on in his life. The moment he was approved for vacation, he had jumped on his motorcycle and took off.

He ended up in Canada of all places.

Dean walked over to the table, still whistling a tune, as he grabbed the folder and started flipping through it. Just as he finished, he heard footsteps heading his way.

"Just in time." He said, before sitting down in the chair, with a laid back look as the door opened.

Aladdin struggled and tried to wriggle away from the guard's grasp, to no success. The grips on his arms were tight and secure, and he knew that he would have to make a lot more effort if he wanted to get away. When the door opened, the first thing he saw was a dark-haired man, sitting on a chair, looking considerably content. A feeling of loathing rushed through Aladdin's mind.
He didn't say anything, just kept his face hard and expressionless, and gazed into the man's eyes.

Dean gave the guy an amused expression. "Aren't you going to take a seat?" He asked, gesturing to the chair across the table from his own. 

Dean could tell this guy would be fun to mess with. He always had fun messing with them once he gets the chance to.

"If you're afraid I'm going to bite, trust me, I won't." He said, letting a small chuckle escape.

Aladdin stood up straighter and crossed his arms to show the man that he would rather stand than sit down next to him. He studied the other man's face with cold eyes, and saw his expression of amusement.

"I'm not afraid of you," Aladdin said quietly, in a matter-of-fact way, as the man chuckled.

He tried to stand taller.

Dean gave a nod. "All right then." He said, leaning back in his chair. "I'll just cut to the chase then. Like every other place, we've got rules here. If you follow them, things won't be so bad for you." He stated, crossing his own arms over his chest.

"Rule one, you have a number that you will be addressed by for now on; it's U57288. make sure to remember that. Rule two, you gotta respect the guards, if you don't then they won't hesitate to remind you that you need too. Rule three is to treat your cellmate decently. Rule four, at eleven pm lights are off and there is no noise from you or your cellmate, if you make a sound, you'll get into some trouble." He stated.

U57288, how the heck am I supposed to remember that?
Aladdin repeated the number in his head for a while, then gave up trying to remember it, and started listening to the other things the guard was telling him.

"What kind of...trouble?" he asked, raising his eyebrow in interest, when the guard mentioned the rule against making noise past 11pm.

"Just really depends on the sounds you make." Dean stated, giving a vague answer. It wasn't like he was lying, it was true that it depended on the kind of sound and the mood the guard might be in that night.

"A few other things you need to know: Don't get used to your cell or cellmate; you're going to be moved around occasionally. Bread and water are the special of the prison, so you will actually have to get used to that."

Aladdin rolled his eyes at the vague answer the dark-haired guard gave him to his question.

The news about moving cellmates surprised him more than the news of what they were getting to eat. Though the bread and water didn't sound amazing, Aladdin had eaten less, and worse food in his life. He had really just eaten anything that would keep him alive.

"That it?" he asked in a slightly bored slur.

"You'll be staying in Cell Block A, Cell 1." Dean said, ignoring the bored tone. "Other then that, I believe that's it. You're good to go." He said, nodding to the guard. "You can go." He said, waving him off.

"Have fun, U57288. You're gonna be here for awhile." He said, as he closed the file.

Aladdin felt a the grip tighten on his shoulder, and he felt the guard pulling him out of the room. He tried to fight it, but it was no use. He was quickly being dragged out of the room. Without another word, he and the guard had left the room.